#hypoglycemic attack

Low blood sugar sucks fml. I feel like Im gonna barf but I know I need to eat something right now.

Welp. Turns out you literally can "work yourself to death". I was convinced I was just going through some intense benzo withdrawals, but boy I'm glad I spoke up to my girlfriend who knows a lot of medical stuff and saw the signs...coz I've been literally working on schoolwork (all accelerated online college-level classes) and it's midterm week and I've been working from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep, sometimes even through sleep, only taking breaks to do other online activites...not eating because of several factors...and barely drinking anything. Today I didn't even drink a full glass of water because today was DUE DATE for a research paper that basically determines our whole grade for the course so I was typing and citing nonstop, only breaking to go to my college's online tutor website to talk with a tutor for 2 hours about my paper and get some hands-on critiques. Turned in my paper at 10pm. Everything was good but I was still so sick and so shaky and then I stood up for the first time since....well, since 9am that morning when I had ran to the bathroom to throw up before I had opened my laptop to begin my work. Turns out I had worked myself so fucking hard that I had such bad hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) that I was minutes away from slipping into a coma. Texted my girlfriend. Told her I had been shaking all day. Was cold, but was sweating. Told her my saliva was so thick that I couldn't swallow. Told her my head was fuzzy. Told her my vision was fuzzy, too. Told her I had tried to drink something coz I was so thirsty but the second I drank it I got super nauseous. Told her I felt like I waa seriously going to die. Told her I was gonna pass out. Wasn't kidding. Stood up. Saw stars. Realized "okay. This is serious. Need to go to mother who is a nurse. Might need to go to hospital and turn myself in for being an addict after 24 years of hiding both narcotic and benzo addiction." Girlfriend told me what was wrong and that she was scared that I was gonna go into a coma. I was like "what no this is just bad benzo withdrawal" and girlfriend is like "no. You pass out and I'm texting your mom." Really got scared. Went to mother. Woke her up. Told her to turn on the light. Told her I didn't know what was wrong but- She stopped me. Told me to sit down. Right. Now. Told me she was getting me chocolate. Grabbed her phone. Rushed to the kitchen. I'm about to pass out. She tries to get me to eat a piece of chocolate. I nibble...can't do it. Mom goes back into the kitchen, trying to put peanut butter on apple slices. I kinda come into the kitchen...Idk what's happening. Vision fading. She grabs the orange juice from the fridge and thrusts it into my hands and demands I drink it. I'm thinking "oh well that's rather serious. Mother telling me to drink from the bottle...mother always yells at me if I drink from the bottle..." but I do it anyways. Instantly gives me cramps. She yells at me to take small sips, but to hurry because I need to get sugar in me or I'm going to pass out and go into a coma. I literally laugh and say to her "what the fuck are you talking about" which now at this point I KNOW I'm fucked because if I had said that to my mother at any other point in history that would have warranted a smack across the face and my mouth washed out with soap, but no she just looks me directly in the eyes and says "Do you want to live!?" And I'm like thinking to myself "well at this point I guess I'm pretty invested yeah" but I just say "uhhhhhhhhh.....yeah?" And my mom screams "DRINK" which then makes all the dogs bark and the cats run everywhere. I just did it. I did whatever. It made me nauseous. It made me cramp. But I did it. And eventually she gets me to slow down and eat some apple slices with peanut butter and a couple chocolate pieces. And now she's taking the next two days off from work to "watch me" because she "doesn't trust me". Apparently my blood sugar got so low that I was like two seconds away from passing out which would've made me slip into a coma. And apparently this has happened before (not to this intesity, though) and I have absolutely no recollection of it. Welp. Learned something new. Really, really, really deathly low blood sugar feels like really, really, really bad narcotic and benzo withdrawal. Glad girlfriend urged me to talk to my mom and not to "just take my ambien and try to go to sleep" like I had planned. Doubt I would've woken up. In fact, I know I wouldn't have woken up. There's a scary thought... Lesson? Kids, when you feel like there's something physically wrong with you...there probably is and you should probably go seek some sort of medical help.

This sucks. I'm legitimately scared over something that could happen to me. I knew I had hypoglycemia for a while. Today I had such a bad attack, I think I may have some form of diabetes as well. Is there anyone who can clarify some stuff for me and help me out before I go to the doctor? I'd be greatly appreciative.